September skies

Few things have as deep a hold on me as this

Clear white contrails cut a cloudless azure September sky

 

A deaths-head moving at the speed of sound

 

To the east a black smudge rises

 

The mighty have fallen, our innocents shook

 

The cries of the thousands grab my soul

 

As they plummet in screeching metallic twisting agony

 

Driving a black smoking hole deep into the earth

 

Riding a freight train straight into hell

 

A last moment to ask; why?

 

A wound still lays bare

 

Still bleeding the lives of 2,753

 

When do the dead stop crying

 

The scab of construction can not hide

 

Ghostly pillars of light ask; why?

 

9 years ago, nothing has changed

 

 

Reviews

[Michael of Gilead]

Thank you very much Chris.

[Michael of Gilead]

Thank you for your review India

[India Brooks]

Wonderful recreation of such a haunting day

[Nobody.]

powerful piece. that was an ugly day....I won't forget either, and those people will haunt my mind forever. heart shattering.

well written.

[Aven]

I love your way of expression... I am in awe !

[Michael of Gilead]

Yes Robin, they do...for me...I hear never forget a lot, don't think I ever can.

[Robin]

those ghost still haunt

[David W Moore III]

Very moving. Very fresh nine years later. Nicely expressed

[Michael of Gilead]

Thanks Marie, and yes recent developments have re-opened things for me and many others here as well, nobody wants it seemingly yet the government is bound and determined to shove it down our throats. Disgusted.